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Put your finger along there Jane said gently and she opened her hands to form a kind of cup and there was the butterfly yellowish with white it opened and closed its wings feel the smoothness she said I focused on her palms the skin thinking how lucky the butterfly was to land there I gently touched its wings with my finger gently so as not to make it fly off she was intense gazing at my finger the wings opening and closing my finger was a mere breath away from touching her skin the warmth of her palms I leaned in closer could smell apples or fresh air and her dark eyes turned on me and I looked back at the butterfly and stroked its wings again it flapped and flew off and I watched it go passed her dark hair her eyes following it in the air and I followed her hair the dark and straight the opened necked blouse the green skirt isn't it beautiful? she said yes very much so I said gazing at the line of her neck the area where her hair and collar didn't meet the jawline and she was looking up at the sky where the butterfly flittered amongst nearby flowers at the foot of the Downs so gentle their wings she said she imitated a butterfly with her hands the thumbs hooked together flapping her hands out and in and looked at them then at me should I stroke the wings? I said she smiled flapping her hands slowly so I did stroking slowly and gently the outer line of palm with my finger and she gazed at me then at my finger her small tongue at the corner of her mouth beyond her the butterfly flittered off the white and yellow exchanging as it went away my finger moving up and down then slowly moving like the butterfly a little bit away.
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
IMITATION BUTTERFLY.
Put your finger along there Jane said gently and she opened her hands to form a kind of cup and there was the butterfly yellowish with white it opened and closed its wings feel the smoothness she said I focused on her palms the skin thinking how lucky the butterfly was to land there I gently touched its wings with my finger gently so as not to make it fly off she was intense gazing at my finger the wings opening and closing my finger was a mere breath away from touching her skin the warmth of her palms I leaned in closer could smell apples or fresh air and her dark eyes turned on me and I looked back at the butterfly and stroked its wings again it flapped and flew off and I watched it go passed her dark hair her eyes following it in the air and I followed her hair the dark and straight the opened necked blouse the green skirt isn't it beautiful? she said yes very much so I said gazing at the line of her neck the area where her hair and collar didn't meet the jawline and she was looking up at the sky where the butterfly flittered amongst nearby flowers at the foot of the Downs so gentle their wings she said she imitated a butterfly with her hands the thumbs hooked together flapping her hands out and in and looked at them then at me should I stroke the wings? I said she smiled flapping her hands slowly so I did stroking slowly and gently the outer line of palm with my finger and she gazed at me then at my finger her small tongue at the corner of her mouth beyond her the butterfly flittered off the white and yellow exchanging as it went away my finger moving up and down then slowly moving like the butterfly a little bit away.
A BOY AND GIRL A BUTTERFLY IN 1961.
terry-collett
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terry-collett
English
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
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